The cold wind blowing from the far north, with feather-sized snowflakes, covered the whole world with snow. The howling wind whirled on the felt hat, and I felt that the wine in my bag was about to be frozen.

It was late in the night, and the people in the camp were asleep, and the lights were slowly running out, except for the watchman on the watchtower. If you don't have this small stove for heating, you don't know how to survive such a cold night.

Fortunately, during the previous winter hunting, I searched for a lot of supplies, and now I can drink openly. The cold drink flowed down his throat and into his stomach, and a hot feeling suddenly came up

"It has to be the wine of the south, strong enough!"

On such a cold and snowy night, maybe you don't need to patrol the night, this is the north watchtower of the camp, and the north is the mountain. Even the eagle did not dare to fly further to the north, so naturally there could be no enemy to watch out for.

To the south is a snow-covered pasture, which the tribe migrated here after the winter hunt, but with such a heavy snowfall, the livestock could not go out to eat fresh forage, so they could only eat some hay mixed with salt.

The soldiers who kept vigil thought to themselves, it would be okay to drink more wine, and people are not made of iron, how can anyone keep vigil in such a cold night, even the cattle have slept.

A bag of wine was in my stomach, my head was dizzy, and in the howling of the cold wind, it seemed that I heard a voice hidden in it.

A "boom" was followed by a "boom"

An arrow struck the stunned Night's Watch and stabbed it in the forehead. Blood trickled down his neck into the lamb's wool robe, and the whole man fell from the watchtower and fell into the thick snow.

The snow was so great that visibility was so low and the wind was so loud that the other watchtowers didn't notice that the night watchman in the north tower had fallen, and the poor unfortunate bastard couldn't even make a sound out of his throat.

The same attack and killing routine, under the cover of wind and snow, the watchtowers everywhere in the camp were quietly obliterated.

Soldiers in light armor gradually appeared around the tribal camp from the wind and snow, and the encirclement had been formed, and the next thing was to close the net.

Ejitu, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened, one side of the tent was already burning, the wind swept the flames around, and lit one tent after another, and the scorching air was filled with the smell of blood. The screams of women and children were heard all around, the sheep bleated in all directions, the horses broke free from their reins and neighed in terror, and the cattle scurried in private, and the whole camp was in chaos.

Before he could comprehend what was happening in front of him, Ejitu hurriedly wrapped himself in his robe, felt his saber and got out of the tent.

As soon as he got out, he was knocked to the ground, and in addition to the livestock, people also fled privately, but the entire perimeter of the camp was surrounded by fire, and there were soldiers in armor who fought all the way in from the outside.

In the eyes of Ejitu, those armor soldiers holding long knives in the firelight, every time they swung their knives, they would cut off a clansman, blood flew out along the arc of the knife, and screams came and went, they were simply evil ghosts crawling out of hell, slaughtering living beings under the licking of karmic fire, women and children who had no power to resist fell one by one, and the warriors in the clan were killed by surprise, some warriors were cut off their necks without even touching the knife, and some even died directly in their sleep.

The scene in front of him stunned the eleven-year-old Ejitu, whose legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up at all, but just lay on the ground and crawled towards the center of the camp, where most of the chaotic crowd fled.

In the center of the tent is the fiercest warrior of the clan and the chief's guard, once you get there, even the demons of hell will not be able to get close, there is hope for life, they will be the light that will break the nightmare.

The carnage circle kept shrinking, approaching the big tent in the center. The more the slaughter continued, the more people woke up, and the warriors around the tent rushed out with their swords naked, only to be almost squeezed back into the tent by the surging crowd.

After a short period of confusion, the patriarch finally gathered the warriors, the women and children were guarded inside, and the warriors guarded the outside, finally facing the enemy head-on, and no longer being unilaterally slaughtered.

Ejitu was stuffed into a group of women and children to protect him, although he was only ten years old and had a saber, but he was not yet a warrior in the clan, at least he had to be taller than a carriage to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

Shugil, who was standing at the back of the warriors, turned his head with a long knife and saw Ejitu in the group of women and children, and snorted coldly in his nose:

"I said a long time ago, it's better for you to stay with a woman!"

Ejitu sat on the ground, looked at the other party a little and said:

"My great warrior Shugil, why is there snow ballast under your robe, it can't be crawled on the snow, right?!"

Shugille suddenly turned his head away, and a blush appeared on his face. It was said that it was right, and in the chaos just now, many people rolled on the ground. For him, who aspires to be the bravest warrior in his clan, being humiliated like this by a boy who has not yet grown a sword will have to teach him a lesson sooner or later, Shugil thought to himself.

"Now is not the time for the little children to quarrel, our tribe is really being slaughtered, and you need to work together against foreign enemies!"

Looking in the direction from which the voice came, it was a goose-faced girl dressed in gorgeous clothes, like a heroine protecting the woman behind her.

She was not very old, but there was no trace of fear in Shui Ling's eyes, even though the camp was now surrounded by slashing and cries. The women and children around her felt at peace with her, and the noise of the crowd gradually subsided.

The two of them, who were about to ridicule each other just now, turned their heads and didn't dare to look at her, the enemy is still messing around, and it's really not as good as a girl. Both of them secretly clenched the knives in their hands, thinking that if the group of armored murderous demons rushed in later, they would have to make them look good, but they couldn't let the woman underestimate them.

The center of the camp is indeed a little more stable, and the warriors of the outer circle are still fighting with those armored men. The raging fire gradually spread from the outside to the inside, almost approaching the big tent in the center, the cold wind wrapped the flames, bringing the smell of burning, I don't know whether the fire burned the livestock or the corpses, the smell was terrible, the scorching smoke was filled, the women and children couldn't help coughing, and slowly lowered their bodies and lay on the ground.

The slaughter circle has been shrinking, and the women and children near the big tent can already see the armored warriors holding the long knives in the flames, the light of the fire is like a burning hell, and the cold light of the long knives is like a demon urging death, but if it is slashed by the knife, life will disappear forever.

The heroic warriors rushed forward regardless of life and death, trying to stop the pace of the murderous demons, but to no avail, one by one they fell, and a teenager the size of Shugir in the clan could not parry such an executioner, and was blocked by a knife before they had a chance to fight with others.

Those armored samurai were not like the soldiers of the Nanren encountered during the winter hunt, they had already been frightened to lose their armor under the cavalry charge, and at that moment and at this moment, it was a one-sided slaughter. At this moment, Shugil, who was already trembling with fright, fell in front of Ejitu with a stumble, only to feel that he would be killed by a knife in the next moment.

Ejitu's eyes widened, the slaughter was completely in his eyes, the cries and the whistling of the wind and snow gradually became inaudible, his brain was in chaos, as if the world had slowed down, the murderous butcher's knife slowly slashed through the necks of the clansmen, and the sound of blood gushing out of the neck could almost be heard, and the elders were pulled by the slow movements.

In the blink of an eye, the slaughter became unusually slow, and the death that was happening everywhere was carved into his eyes with extraordinary clarity, as if his own blood was splashing, and the sound that gushed out did not come from a distance, but from his own neck, along his bones and into his mind.

The beating of the heart is getting faster and more blurred, and you can even feel the pulse of blood beating around your body, and the majestic sound is transmitted to your mind from all around.

There seemed to be a voice in my head, coming from nothingness, and it became gradually clear:

"They will be killed, as will the women and children behind them, and no one will be able to escape."

Ejitu sat on the snow, everything around him almost stood still, and he couldn't move a single bit, only a clear brain.

That voice didn't seem to be able to communicate, it could only be listened to in one direction, and there was no way to respond, could this be the voice in his heart, Ejitu thought with some confusion.

"If you don't have the ability, you can't change anything, do you have any people or things you want to protect?"

The immobile Ejitu thinks that his father and mother want to protect him, and his uncle and brother want to protect him, and even his foal does not want it to be killed. At this moment, the women and children behind them can't bear to be hurt, and the stupid and arrogant Shugir deserves to suffer a little, but if he is killed like this, he doesn't want to see it.

And Asuna, who has just taught herself, thinks she is the best-looking girl in the world, and it would be great if she could become his wife in the future. And she is very good at equestrianism, and she is more powerful than a man in the sheep holding competition, I don't know how such a beautiful girl with bright eyes and bright teeth can be so powerful, it is like she was born to ride a horse.

Ejitu didn't want to see her receive the slightest damage, but look at Shugil, he was too tall and long, but now he was almost scared and urinated, and he couldn't be relied on at all, let alone himself. He's not as tall as a wheel

"The world is not fair, like this carnage. But the world is also fair, and if you want to stop this carnage, you have to pay something."

It's just that listening to such inexplicable words, and such a suddenness, I can't keep up with the rhythm at all, and a massacre is happening around me, although everyone seems to be frozen now. Ejitu thought to himself:

'Give something?' What can I give, now I only wear a robe, and only my beloved saber is worth a little money, but what can I do, I can't even save my life. What else can I give? ’

The voice said again: "Foreign objects are useless, I don't have enough time to explain slowly, so let's show up and talk to you." If you agree to my terms, I will give you a chance, a power that is enough to change your situation, enough to protect everyone in front of you. ”

A flame floated in front of Ejitu's eyes, gradually forming a face-like ball of fire, the scene was so weird, it was like facing a ghost, a flame ghost without a body.

"Can you really save us?" Ejitu couldn't speak, and only asked tentatively in his heart.

Ejitu didn't believe it very much, he had never seen any gods and ghosts in his life, and although the evil ghosts on the grassland that the old people in the clan said always sent chills down his spine, he never believed it.

As soon as the flames began to appear in front of him, the surrounding figures gradually began to move, and the flamed face continued: "The only one who can save you is you, as long as you release your ability, the enemy in front of you can be defeated, and I need to take away one of your emotions." ”

Ejitu didn't understand, thinking how to 'take' an 'emotion', can it be taken away with your hand like a waist knife?

Flame continued: "It doesn't matter how I take it, as long as the transaction is completed, you will no longer have this emotion in the future, like happy, and there will never be happiness again." ”

"It's like if you used to be happy when you ate beautiful pastries in the south, and you won't feel good when you eat even better ones in the future?" Ejitu seemed to understand a little bit of what it was.

"A little close, maybe you will lose more" The flame seemed to sigh a little, and it was not noticeable for a moment "The emotion that will be lost may not matter to you now, but the more it goes on, the more important it is, perhaps more than life and death, choose carefully." ”

In the outside world, which gradually began to move slowly, the splatters of blood were crashing into Ejitu's face, and he didn't have time to think and became anxious: "Don't choose! You can take anything you want, I don't want anyone to be killed, you can save us quickly."

At this time, Ejitu no longer had the energy to look at the flames with faces, but just looked at the slow-moving killing scene, and did not notice that from the time the flames began to appear, there were words with flames appearing all around, and they had been writing a dense and incomprehensible text.

"When the contract is completed, your blood needs to be injected, and once the transaction is valid, you will naturally understand the contents of the contract."

As soon as the words fell, the text of the flame glowed a dark red, no longer a faltering flame but a fiery red like red-hot metal.

Ejitu pulled out his waist knife and slashed his elbow to his wrist without hesitation, and the blood on his arm suddenly gushed out, but instead of falling downward, it flew towards the iron-like Qiwen.

A large amount of blood seemed to have been drawn out of the body, and after it was integrated into the deed, all the words ignited a raging fire, directly losing the shape of the words, returning to the original shape of the flames, and all the flames gathered together, like a fiery snake straight towards Ejitu's left hand, and wrapped up layer by layer to make a burning 'snort' sound.

The flame's face was a little regretful: "I actually chose my left hand, this kid doesn't seem to be left-handed, right......?" Ay. ”

With the flames of Qiwen, the raging fire of the entire camp was also attracted, and all of them were injected into Ejitu's left arm. When only the last bit of fire shone in the entire camp, the previously suspended killing action returned to normal, and the bloodied long knife slashed at the woman's neck, and the sound of the blade breaking through the air at high speed

"Phew".

All the armored soldiers didn't understand the situation in front of them, all the firelight around them disappeared, and in the darkness, they only slashed in the air, and the people who were obviously in front of them just now seemed to have disappeared.

The long knife that has killed countless people, and the tip of the knife is just the hum of the wind breaking through the air?!